Chapter 5-Duo Maxwell
The split up was just as hard on Duo as it was on Heero. Duo had few friends other than his fellow Gundam pilots. Right after he left, Duo rented a small apartment in Brooklen, New York. It would be his home over the next ten years.
Duo found himself inbetween jobs quite often. He tried many things. For the first two years Duo was a stock boy at a grocery stor, that was the job he hated the most. For three years after that Duo did a little poetry, standup comedy, but neither of those really worked out. Duo then tried various jobs over a period of two years. He did everything from bellhop to pizza guy.
For the last three years Duo found one job he sort of took an intrest in. Duo became a cab driver. He was good at it to. Most people loved `Mr. Maxwell'. Duo liked to joke around with his passengers. But still he lived in his cramped one bedroom apartment on the dark side of town. The rent was low, but it was still too much for Duo to pay.
Duo often wondered how his old friends were doing. He wanted to go back, to fight again. He wanted to Deathsythe again. He wanted to fly the metal beast through space, to charge an enemy head on, one more time. There was nothing in the entire universe he wanted more.
Chapter 7-Call to Action
In a dark lab, a young girl and her assistant walk to wards the lightswitch.
"Turn that on, will you Trudy?"
"Yes mam."
"Thank you."
As the light turns on, they reveal six Gundams, each looks like they were created only yeasturday.
"It looks like we've done a good job restoring these beauties. Wouldn't even know they were over ten years old."
"No mam."
"Trudy, I'm going to get suited up, have personal locate the pilots."
"Yes mam."
The assistant leaves, and the young woman hitches a ride on an elevator to an underground level. She walks down a long tunnel-like hall, and stops when she comes to a set of doors. She enters the one marked `6'.
Inside, the room looks like a hotel suite. Complete with bathroom, bed, kitchen, and a small dinning room. The woman opens a mirrored closet door, and removes a black rubbery suit, along with a pair of gloves and boots. She undressed and puts on the outfit, glancing at herself in the mirror before she leaves. The woman brushes some of her long brown out of her face, and rubs a finger over the name patch on her left arm. `Max' She turns to the door and leaves.
Once back in the Gundam room she is stopped by her assistant.
"Mam, I've located four of the five pilots, we can't find the other, but the pilots volenteered to get him. I assume they know where he is."
"Ok. Is that all, Trudy?"
"Yes, mam."
"Thank you then. Oh, and would you mind running a the training program?"
"No, mam. I don't mind. I'll get on it."
With that said the assistant turned and left, the woman folloing.
The split up was just as hard on Duo as it was on Heero. Duo had few friends other than his fellow Gundam pilots. Right after he left, Duo rented a small apartment in Brooklen, New York. It would be his home over the next ten years.
Duo found himself inbetween jobs quite often. He tried many things. For the first two years Duo was a stock boy at a grocery stor, that was the job he hated the most. For three years after that Duo did a little poetry, standup comedy, but neither of those really worked out. Duo then tried various jobs over a period of two years. He did everything from bellhop to pizza guy.
For the last three years Duo found one job he sort of took an intrest in. Duo became a cab driver. He was good at it to. Most people loved `Mr. Maxwell'. Duo liked to joke around with his passengers. But still he lived in his cramped one bedroom apartment on the dark side of town. The rent was low, but it was still too much for Duo to pay.
Duo often wondered how his old friends were doing. He wanted to go back, to fight again. He wanted to Deathsythe again. He wanted to fly the metal beast through space, to charge an enemy head on, one more time. There was nothing in the entire universe he wanted more.
Chapter 7-Call to Action
In a dark lab, a young girl and her assistant walk to wards the lightswitch.
"Turn that on, will you Trudy?"
"Yes mam."
"Thank you."
As the light turns on, they reveal six Gundams, each looks like they were created only yeasturday.
"It looks like we've done a good job restoring these beauties. Wouldn't even know they were over ten years old."
"No mam."
"Trudy, I'm going to get suited up, have personal locate the pilots."
"Yes mam."
The assistant leaves, and the young woman hitches a ride on an elevator to an underground level. She walks down a long tunnel-like hall, and stops when she comes to a set of doors. She enters the one marked `6'.
Inside, the room looks like a hotel suite. Complete with bathroom, bed, kitchen, and a small dinning room. The woman opens a mirrored closet door, and removes a black rubbery suit, along with a pair of gloves and boots. She undressed and puts on the outfit, glancing at herself in the mirror before she leaves. The woman brushes some of her long brown out of her face, and rubs a finger over the name patch on her left arm. `Max' She turns to the door and leaves.
Once back in the Gundam room she is stopped by her assistant.
"Mam, I've located four of the five pilots, we can't find the other, but the pilots volenteered to get him. I assume they know where he is."
"Ok. Is that all, Trudy?"
"Yes, mam."
"Thank you then. Oh, and would you mind running a the training program?"
"No, mam. I don't mind. I'll get on it."
With that said the assistant turned and left, the woman folloing.